Title: Vivica, Chapter Two
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Two
Draco was only allowed an hours worth of time to himself, before Crabbe and Goyle began getting restless. They were obviously wanting to go do what they did every year on the train, annoy Potter and his friends. Sighing out of frustration, Draco stood and made his way out the door. The two followed without a word.
It wasn't that Draco didn't enjoy the little arguments they created in the Golden Trio's compartment. On a normal day he would of jumped at the chance to see Harry Potter glare and that mudblood, Hermione Granger, stick her nose in the air like she wasn't worth all that bickering. He enjoyed the sight of Ron Weasley's face turning a shade brighter than his hair even more.
But at that moment and time, his mind and emotions were just not into the act. As he neared the compartment he could feel something wasn't right. It wasn't a feeling he normally felt. It was the type of impression that someone, somewhere, was hurting. And that someone was meant to be protected by him. The idea was ludicris. Draco Malfoy protected no one but himself, and on occasion his mother.
Now standing outside the door, Draco was hit with the wave of something. A smell he could not identify. It was intense. While since his sixteenth birthday he had smelt things, things he could describe only as a person's scent. He could smell Crabbe and Goyle now. But this was different. It was calling to him. He felt the sudden need to to grab who ever it belonged to and claim them, mark them, make them his own.
A shudder ran through Draco's body and he closed his eyes. This was not happening to him. He didn't know what was going on, his body was literally speaking to him. Telling him to do things he never thought to do. And never wanted to do, not if it involved one of the Gryffindor's inside this room.
"Draco?" Goyle's questioning voice broke through his thinking. Blinking away his thoughts, Draco placed his usual snear on his face. None to carefully, his pushed open the compartment door.
"Don't start, Malfoy." A voice automatically insisted. Draco narrowed his eyes at the four occupying the room. Harry and Hermione sat on either side of Ron, while Neville sat across from them. Draco paid the toad-lover no attention, and consentrated on the three before him.
"What's the matter Potter, having a bad day?" Draco asked with mock thoughtfulness. Harry sent him a glare. Smirking, Draco looked past him and rested his eyes on Ron. The redhead wasn't even looking at him, his eyes cast to the ground.
"For your own good, leave us alone." Hermione advised, her voice shockingly cold as ice. Draco ignored her.
"Your awfully quiet, Weasel." Draco commented. "Let me guess, your family had to sell the house in order for you to come to Hogwarts this year. Such a pity. I'm sure it was a lovely pla-"
"Shut your trap, Malfoy." Harry growled, interupting Draco's commentary. Draco sneared at the green-eyed boy, taking a step forward.
"Care to say that again, Potter?" Draco asked coldly. Harry made a move to stand, but Ron's hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Leave him alone." Ron said softly, his voice slightly muffled. "He's not worth it."
Draco could only stand there. He wasn't sure which was more shocking. The fact that Ron was being the rational one, or the feeling that had suddenly erupted through him. He felt a pull in his heart and instincts to get Ron away from Harry. He didn't like them touching. Ron didn't look up at him, keeping his eyes to the floor. Draco shook his head, confusion filling his expression.
"Let's get out of here." Draco ordered Crabbe and Goyle, shoving them out of the way in sudden anger.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he really didn't care as long as it stopped. Why was Ron upset? Why could Draco smell his sadness outside the door? It was too much. Draco cared very little about the stupid Weasley, he really did. Sure he was fun to torment, but Draco couldn't care less what actually hurt the boy. But every cell in his body was fighting him on this. He couldn't explain it.
Crabbe and Goyle seemed to come to a silent conclusion that it was safer to leave the pale blonde alone. Draco silently thanked their choice and fell back into his seat, settling down to watch the scenery pass by. He knew they were getting close to Hogwarts. He was determined, at the most available moment, to enclose himself in a corner in the library. There was things he needed to find out. Something was wrong with him. Draco didn't know what, and he didn't even want to consider the words his father had yelled at his mother that morning. Draco knew he couldn't have anything to do with Veela's. He was a human after all...
Wasn't he?
No! Draco shook his head violently, causing Crabbe and Goyle to look over in concern. Draco ignored them, blinking as the train's lights came on and the sun set outside. He let out a long sigh and rested his forhead against the window.
This had to be the worst year of his life. With that conclusion, Draco snorted at his own self-defeat. What would his father think of this behaivor? Draco quickly shut the door on that train of thought. Now was not the time to confine himself to proper Malfoy standards. There was no one around that he needed to act perfect for. Crabbe and Goyle barely constituted as humans, let alone worthy specimens of Draco's social standing.
Relaxing against his seat, Draco told himself everything was quite all right. He would get to Hogwarts, scavange the library and find that this whole affair was indeed an odd cold. Then he could simply go to Professor Snape and get an antidote. Easy as that.
Author: frkwerewolf
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Ron
Rating: R
Summary: Changes are in the air and Draco discovers something about himself that will change everything he knows.
Chapter Two
Draco was only allowed an hours worth of time to himself, before Crabbe and Goyle began getting restless. They were obviously wanting to go do what they did every year on the train, annoy Potter and his friends. Sighing out of frustration, Draco stood and made his way out the door. The two followed without a word.
It wasn't that Draco didn't enjoy the little arguments they created in the Golden Trio's compartment. On a normal day he would of jumped at the chance to see Harry Potter glare and that mudblood, Hermione Granger, stick her nose in the air like she wasn't worth all that bickering. He enjoyed the sight of Ron Weasley's face turning a shade brighter than his hair even more.
But at that moment and time, his mind and emotions were just not into the act. As he neared the compartment he could feel something wasn't right. It wasn't a feeling he normally felt. It was the type of impression that someone, somewhere, was hurting. And that someone was meant to be protected by him. The idea was ludicris. Draco Malfoy protected no one but himself, and on occasion his mother.
Now standing outside the door, Draco was hit with the wave of something. A smell he could not identify. It was intense. While since his sixteenth birthday he had smelt things, things he could describe only as a person's scent. He could smell Crabbe and Goyle now. But this was different. It was calling to him. He felt the sudden need to to grab who ever it belonged to and claim them, mark them, make them his own.
A shudder ran through Draco's body and he closed his eyes. This was not happening to him. He didn't know what was going on, his body was literally speaking to him. Telling him to do things he never thought to do. And never wanted to do, not if it involved one of the Gryffindor's inside this room.
"Draco?" Goyle's questioning voice broke through his thinking. Blinking away his thoughts, Draco placed his usual snear on his face. None to carefully, his pushed open the compartment door.
"Don't start, Malfoy." A voice automatically insisted. Draco narrowed his eyes at the four occupying the room. Harry and Hermione sat on either side of Ron, while Neville sat across from them. Draco paid the toad-lover no attention, and consentrated on the three before him.
"What's the matter Potter, having a bad day?" Draco asked with mock thoughtfulness. Harry sent him a glare. Smirking, Draco looked past him and rested his eyes on Ron. The redhead wasn't even looking at him, his eyes cast to the ground.
"For your own good, leave us alone." Hermione advised, her voice shockingly cold as ice. Draco ignored her.
"Your awfully quiet, Weasel." Draco commented. "Let me guess, your family had to sell the house in order for you to come to Hogwarts this year. Such a pity. I'm sure it was a lovely pla-"
"Shut your trap, Malfoy." Harry growled, interupting Draco's commentary. Draco sneared at the green-eyed boy, taking a step forward.
"Care to say that again, Potter?" Draco asked coldly. Harry made a move to stand, but Ron's hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Leave him alone." Ron said softly, his voice slightly muffled. "He's not worth it."
Draco could only stand there. He wasn't sure which was more shocking. The fact that Ron was being the rational one, or the feeling that had suddenly erupted through him. He felt a pull in his heart and instincts to get Ron away from Harry. He didn't like them touching. Ron didn't look up at him, keeping his eyes to the floor. Draco shook his head, confusion filling his expression.
"Let's get out of here." Draco ordered Crabbe and Goyle, shoving them out of the way in sudden anger.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he really didn't care as long as it stopped. Why was Ron upset? Why could Draco smell his sadness outside the door? It was too much. Draco cared very little about the stupid Weasley, he really did. Sure he was fun to torment, but Draco couldn't care less what actually hurt the boy. But every cell in his body was fighting him on this. He couldn't explain it.
Crabbe and Goyle seemed to come to a silent conclusion that it was safer to leave the pale blonde alone. Draco silently thanked their choice and fell back into his seat, settling down to watch the scenery pass by. He knew they were getting close to Hogwarts. He was determined, at the most available moment, to enclose himself in a corner in the library. There was things he needed to find out. Something was wrong with him. Draco didn't know what, and he didn't even want to consider the words his father had yelled at his mother that morning. Draco knew he couldn't have anything to do with Veela's. He was a human after all...
Wasn't he?
No! Draco shook his head violently, causing Crabbe and Goyle to look over in concern. Draco ignored them, blinking as the train's lights came on and the sun set outside. He let out a long sigh and rested his forhead against the window.
This had to be the worst year of his life. With that conclusion, Draco snorted at his own self-defeat. What would his father think of this behaivor? Draco quickly shut the door on that train of thought. Now was not the time to confine himself to proper Malfoy standards. There was no one around that he needed to act perfect for. Crabbe and Goyle barely constituted as humans, let alone worthy specimens of Draco's social standing.
Relaxing against his seat, Draco told himself everything was quite all right. He would get to Hogwarts, scavange the library and find that this whole affair was indeed an odd cold. Then he could simply go to Professor Snape and get an antidote. Easy as that.